My first experience of the real Mexican taco came at about 9pm on 1st October 2005 in Guerrero Negro, a dusty town in the middle of Baja California, famous for salt production and whale spotting.
Having spent the previous 12 hours on a bus from Tijuana, I badly needed sustenance. My day had been spent it [...]

Day 172 – Friday 10th March 2006
The huge distances between points of interest in Argentina means a lot of time is spent on buses going from town to town. That is unless you want to fly, which works out a tad too expensive. So with the Oasis concert in mind I set out from Bariloche [...]

Day 12 1 October 2005
After leaving the boys at San Diego Airport, I was on my own. I thought in my infinite wisdom that getting as far away from America and plunging myself straight into this travel lark would be the way forward, so thats what I did.
I went straight to Tijuana via [...]